Emotional brush
sketch
Strong color fading
The arc of a rainbow can never be drawn well.
Stiff and flat
Bend in an exaggerated way
Thinking of standing on the horizon
Copy with masking paper
A hypocritical thriller
Is there such a picture?
Sow the seeds of happiness
Grow a rainbow of seven colors.
Walking on the sun bridge
Leisure under Caixia Bridge
What about me?
Ride a meteor and set off fireworks.
Brilliance reflects the world.
Then what are you waiting for?
Sunset is coming.
The evening breeze rises slowly.
Adjust the color in your heart.
Red is passionate.
Green and full of vitality
Yellow is warm and romantic.
Black is mature and steady.
Gray is calm and peaceful.
Blue is smart and unreal.
Purple is my gift to you.
Take good care of it.
It will slip away from your dream in the middle of the night.
Hmm. How interesting
I'll be sad.
I'll pull you in tomorrow, too.
A peony
a rose
azalea
lilac
You are very silent.
Still thinking
There is a fish with a white belly in the East.
2. Today's poem and painting is Wang Wei! In the second volume of the stone "Dongpo Inscription and Postscript", Shu Moran Tian Yan commented on Wang Wei's works in the Tang Dynasty: "There are pictures in the poems, which are fascinating; Look at the picture, there are poems in the picture. "
Wang Wei is both a poet and a painter. What he achieved is not only poetry and painting, but also integrating poetry and painting into art through his other works. The organic combination of this painting is the tradition and characteristic of Chinese painting.
Wang Wei's poems mentioned in the Picture Book of Xuanhe, such as "The fallen flowers are silent in Tonamiyama, and the willows are green over the water", "I will go to the water to stop my path, and then sit and watch Yun Qi" and "The clouds, when I look back, are close behind me, foggy, when I enter it, I have gone", are all painted. Wang Wei's paintings create a kind of expression method of ink and wash, and the ink and wash of his works are fresh.
Elegant style, conveying a poetic realm.
3. I need a modern poem of misty poetry, which represents Gu Cheng. I think the following four poems are the most representative!
I. Distance
you
Look back at me.
Look back at the clouds.
I think
You looked at me from a distance.
You observe the clouds up close.
Second, a generation
The night gave me black eyes,
I use it to find the light.
Third, the land is curved.
The land is curved.
I can't see you.
I can only see from a distance.
The blue sky in your heart
Blue? True blue
Blue is language.
I want to make the world happy.
The smile froze in my mouth.
Give me a cloud.
Erase the sunny time
My eyes need tears.
My sun needs sleep.
Fourth, I am a wayward child.
I am a wayward child.
-I want to paint windows all over the world,
Let all eyes accustomed to darkness get used to light.
perhaps
I am a child spoiled by my mother.
I am very self willed
I hope
Every moment.
As beautiful as colored crayons.
I hope
You can draw on your beloved white paper.
Freedom to paint clumsily.
Draw the next picture Never.
With tears in my eyes
A piece of sky
A feather and leaf belonging to the sky.
Light green night and apples
I want to draw the morning.
Draw dew
The smile you can see.
Draw all the youngest
Love without pain
She has never seen a cloud.
Her eyes are the color of a clear sky.
She always looks at me.
Forever, watch
Never turn around suddenly.
I want to paint the distant scenery.
Draw a clear horizon and water waves
Draw many happy rivers.
Huashan-
Full of fuzzy fluff
I put them together.
Let them fall in love.
Let every acquiescence
Every quiet spring is exciting.
Turned into a little flower's birthday.
I also want to paint the future.
I haven't seen her, and I can't.
But I know she is beautiful.
I drew her autumn clothes.
Draw those burning candles and maple leaves
I paint a lot because I love her.
Extinguished heart
Hua wedding
Draw an early-rising festival-
There is cellophane on it.
And illustrations of northern fairy tales
I am a wayward child.
I want to erase all my misfortunes.
I think on earth
Draw all the windows
Let all eyes get used to the darkness.
Accustomed to the light
I want to paint a style.
Draw a mountain higher than the last one.
Draw the desire of the oriental nation
Draw the sea-
Endless sweet sound
Finally, in the corner of the paper
I want to paint myself, too
Draw a koala
He sat in the dark jungle of Victoria.
Sitting on a quiet branch
stare blankly
He has no home.
There is no heart in the distance.
He only has, a lot.
Berry dream
And big eyes.
I hope
think
But somehow,
I have no crayons.
Don't get a color moment.
I only have me.
My fingers and pain.
Just shredded pieces.
Beloved white paper
Let them find butterflies.
Let them disappear from today.
I'm still a kid.
A child spoiled by an imaginary mother
I am very self willed
Modern poetry and painting will be a happy person from tomorrow.
Comb hair, chop wood and travel around the world.
From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables.
I have a house facing the sea, which is full of spring flowers.
From tomorrow on, write to everyone I love.
Tell them my happiness,
What did the lightning of happiness tell me,
I will distribute it to each of them.
Give every river and mountain a warm name.
Stranger, I will also wish you happiness.
I wish you a bright future!
May you lovers get married!
May you be happy on earth.
I only want to face the sea and spring blossoms.
5. Modern poetry with architectural beauty, painting beauty and music beauty needs art of self-creation.
These boards try to reveal two kinds of spots.
Tell the reader to read.
Readers don't read
Instrumental music contains the dream of drowning spiders.
Scattered notes rise
The listener doesn't listen
Light wine with magic
Or throw seeds at will.
Wear rain boots when going out on Thursday.
We take the mirror and the moon.
Building blocks and houses meet lights.
Cross the road like a zebra crossing.
The equation of each palace
Trapping restless sparrows in autumn
There is no other choice.
There are clean drawers.
There are many fertile shooting ranges.
Sit quietly and watch death float across the wall.
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